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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.