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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.