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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Index,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
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.