Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.