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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.