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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.