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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Can,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.