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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.