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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
MDC,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.