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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
CMW,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.