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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.