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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.