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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Index,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.