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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.