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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.