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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.