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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.