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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.