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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.