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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.