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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.