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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.