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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.