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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.