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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.