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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.