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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.