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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.