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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.