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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.