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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.