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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 JFA to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Magazine,
Swans,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.