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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.