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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.