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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.