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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Move,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.