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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.