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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.