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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.