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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.