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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers 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 rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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You don't know what you really want.
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