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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.