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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.