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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.