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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard 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.