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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.