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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Franke,
the Human League,
JFA,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.