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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Pop Group 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.