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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.