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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.