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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.