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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.