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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.