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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.