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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.