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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.