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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Can,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.