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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.