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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.