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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.