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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.