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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.