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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Magma,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.