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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.