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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.