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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.