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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.