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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.