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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.