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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.