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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.