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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Mars,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.