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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.