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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Gong,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.