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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.