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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.