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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Roxette,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.