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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.