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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Technova,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.