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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Symarip,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.