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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.