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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.