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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.