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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
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.