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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.