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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.