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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.