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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.