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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.