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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.