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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.