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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.