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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
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.