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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.