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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.