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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.