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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.