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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.