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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.