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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.