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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Can,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.