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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.