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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Pole,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.