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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.