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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.