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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.