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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.