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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.