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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.