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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.