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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
X-101,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.