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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.