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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.