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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.