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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.