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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 World's Most to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.