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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
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.