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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.