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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.