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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Scion,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.