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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.