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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.