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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.