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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.