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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.