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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.