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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.