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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.