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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
MC5,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.