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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.