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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.