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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.