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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.