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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.