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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.