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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.