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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Swans,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.