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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.