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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.