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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.