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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.