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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Hashim,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.