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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.