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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.