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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.