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 Grenada and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.