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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.