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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.