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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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 Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.