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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.