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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.