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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.