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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.