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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.