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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.