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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
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.