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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.