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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.