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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.