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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.