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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Ludus,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.