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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.