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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.