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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.