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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.