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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Main Source,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.