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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.