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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.