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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.