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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 güiro 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.