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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
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.