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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.