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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.