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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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?
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.