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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Index,
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.