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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.