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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.