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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.