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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.