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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Chrome,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.