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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.