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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.