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 Uganda and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.