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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.