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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.