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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.