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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.