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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
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.