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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
the Association,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.