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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.