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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.