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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.