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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.