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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Brick,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.