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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.