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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.