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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.