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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.