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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.