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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.