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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.