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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.