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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Names,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.