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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.