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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.