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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.