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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Monks,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.