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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.