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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.