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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.