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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
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Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.