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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.