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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.