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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.