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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.