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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.