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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.