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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
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.