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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.