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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.