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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Slits,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.