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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.