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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.