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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Davy DMX 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.