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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.