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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.