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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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 Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.