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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.