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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.