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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.