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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.