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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.