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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.