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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.