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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.