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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.