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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Liliput,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.