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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.