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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.