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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.