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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.