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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.