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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Skarface,
ABC,
the Normal,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.