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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.