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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.