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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.