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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.