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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Skaos,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.