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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.