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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.