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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.