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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.