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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.