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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.