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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.