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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Qualms,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.