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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.