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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.