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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.