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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.