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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Visage,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
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.