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 Iran and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pere Ubu 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
The Evens,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.