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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.