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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.