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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.