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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.