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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.