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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.