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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.