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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.