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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 UT to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.