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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.