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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.