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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.