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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.