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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Motions,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
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Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.