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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.