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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.