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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.