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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.