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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.