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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.