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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 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?
The Evens,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.