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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science 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 electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.