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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Monks,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.