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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.