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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.