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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.