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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.