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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.