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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gap Band 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.