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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.