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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.