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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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?
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.