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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.