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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.