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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.