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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Gong,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.