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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.