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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.