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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
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.