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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
X-102,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.