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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.