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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.