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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.