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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Shoche,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.