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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.