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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.