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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
the Association,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.