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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.