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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.