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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.