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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.