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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.