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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.