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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.