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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.