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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Pole,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.