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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.