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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.