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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.