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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.