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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.