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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
X-102,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.