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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.