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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.