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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.