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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.