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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Shoche,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.