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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.