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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.