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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.