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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
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.