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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.