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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.