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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.