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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Motions,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.