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 France and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.