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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.