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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Television,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.