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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.