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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.