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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
MDC,
Roxette,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.