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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Brick,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Audionom,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.