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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
MC5,
the Slits,
CMW,
Adolescents,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.