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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.