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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Visage,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.