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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.