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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.