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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.