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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.