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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.