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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.