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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.