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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Hoover,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.