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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Visage,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.