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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.