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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.