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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.