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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.