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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.