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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.