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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.