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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.