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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.