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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.