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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.