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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.