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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.