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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.