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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.