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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.