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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Monks,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.