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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Josef K,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.