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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.