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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.