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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.