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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.