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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.