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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.