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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.