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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slave to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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.