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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
UT,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
The Standells,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.