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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.