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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pole 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.