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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.