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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.