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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Nico,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.