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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.