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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.