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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.