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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Wire,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Smog,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.