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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Suicide,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.