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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Scientists,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.