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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.