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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.