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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.