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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.