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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.