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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Index,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.