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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
AZ,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.