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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Human League,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.