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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.