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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nas to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.