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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.