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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Sparks,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.