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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.