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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Ronan to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.