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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.