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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.