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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.