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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.