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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.