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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 rhodes and a snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.