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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.