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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.