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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.