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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Television,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.