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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.