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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
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.