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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.