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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.