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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.