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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.