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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.