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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.