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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.