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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.