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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
John Holt,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.