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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Organ,
JFA,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.