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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.