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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.