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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
ABC,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.