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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.