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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.