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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Index,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.