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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
AZ,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.