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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
CMW,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.