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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
New Order,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.