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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.