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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.