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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ten City 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.