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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.