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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.