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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.