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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.