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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.