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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Hashim,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.