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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Move,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.