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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.