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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Wings,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.