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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.