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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.