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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Can,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.