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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.