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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.