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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.