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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.