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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.