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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.