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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.