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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.