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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.