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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.