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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.