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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.