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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.