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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.