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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.