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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
The Standells,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.