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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.