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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.