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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.