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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
CMW,
PIL,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.