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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.