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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.