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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
MC5,
Magma,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.