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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.