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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Index,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The Motions,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
World's Most,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.