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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Ludus,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.