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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Erasure,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.