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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.