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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.