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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.