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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.