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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.