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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.