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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
The Move,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.