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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Organ,
Crime,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.