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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.