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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.