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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
New Order,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.