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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.