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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Index,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.