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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.