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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.