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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Can,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.