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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.