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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Smog,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.