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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Mars,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.