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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.