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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.