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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.