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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.