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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.