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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
The Associates,
Can,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.