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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.