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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.