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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.