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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.