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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.