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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.